oxribs

[oxribs]

COMING SOON

(With the cheapest cover art ever known to man)

Drive me to the moon - a good omens human AU

A classic enemies to friends to lovers set up, a lot of angst and an eventual happy ending, where Aziraphale is a professional dancer and Crowley a rally driver

(Stay with me, it's gonna be fiiiine, you'll even think rally might be fun after that)

Excerpt:

The Ritz, privatised by the brand for the occasion, was masterfully decorated, in a tasteful mix of athletics and Christmas themes. Gladly accepting the glass of Champagne offered, Aziraphale took a moment to look around, lingering his eyes on the pictures displayed all around the room. Gomens really endorsed a large variety of athletes, from the more traditional sports professionals, like football players, to more niche competitors. As a dancer, Aziraphale was grateful for the opportunities the brand had given him. Their endorsement was the main support for his career, and together, they had made competitive dancing a sport to be reckoned with. As he was walking the room to admire the pictures of his colleagues - that particular picture of Eric Bunn breaking the water on a 10 metres dive was absolutely stunning - he came across his own face, shut by effort and concentration. He winced. It was not that he didn’t like the way he looked while dancing; the costumes and makeup were always amazing, and the dance always made him look more elegant and graceful than he truly was. No. It was just that he didn’t like the way he looked, period. He had always known that he had an unconventional body type for an athlete - he had always been a bit round on the tummy, and pretty much everywhere else actually - and he had mostly made peace with it at the start of his career, as his features never revealed to be an obstacle. But to see himself on display like this would always make him feel uncomfortable. The picture was beautiful. He was not. “Admiring yourself huh?” He jolted his head to see who had made the comment, and his stare landed on the back of a tall, thin figure just passing him. A flow of fiery red hair was brushing narrow, sharp shoulders in a black tuxedo, and its owner barely turned their head to smirk at Aziraphale, continuing their walk to the furthest table in an over the top swaying of hips.

Coming soon, writing is 90% done 🫡

Tell me if you want to get on the tag list my dear readers 💛

[oxribs]

Michael being a silly little guy!

[oxribs]

Treed (A Good Omens Prompt Fill Fic)

The prolific @gleafer's patre0n for April 30 featured a delightful panel of Aziraphale rescuing a treed cat for their South Downs neighbor while Crowley showed his support -- literally, with both hands on angel bum. Caption, "writing prompt and coloring page." I'm on a roll with prompts and cats, don't tempt me.

Read and comment on AO3, if you prefer

“Oh, dear. It’s Mrs. Detwiler’s cat. He’s stuck up in the tree again.”

“I thought it was the Fire Brigade.”

“Very funny. I suppose we should do something.”

“Angel. The cat is not stuck up in the tree. The cat is a swanning drama queen who chases a squirrel up there twice a week and then hangs about in the branches  bellowing, because it knows that when someone finally coaxes it down, it’ll get lashings of tuna and cream, or those little Blink treats that smell like spoiled liver.”

“How would you know how they smell?”

“Because you bought some, and I opened the tin by mistake when I was half asleep and thought it was coffee. It’s vile, angel. I can’t believe you brought them into the house.”

“It was an exercise in diplomacy, which appears to have cemented a firm friendship. In any event, you know she frets. And she did bring us that basket of preserves. Which I may say you ate as ravenously as the cat did the treats.”

“Didn’t upchuck it on the lino, at least.”

“Considering how rapidly you made the red-currant one disappear, I’m surprised.”

“Could if you want.”

“Crowley.”

“All right, all right.” Crowley tossed down the celebrity magazine he’d been skimming. “Won’t be any peace till we get the bugger down. Shoes’re somewhere, just be a moment.”

*

“Oh, Mr. Fell, it’s so kind of you.”

“No trouble at all, madam, no trouble at all. We’ll have Tibs down in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

“I know I oughtn’t to let him out, but he pesters so.”

“Oh, we enjoy his visits.”

“That dead vole he left on the mat. Fat, juicy. Mmm.”

“Don’t be horrid, Crowley. Now – if you can just make a stirrup of your hands –”

“Snake, en’t I? Right, angel, up you go –”

“Ooof! There, that’s almost got it – Crowley!”

“Just being supportive.”

“If you would be so good as to give me a boost – that is not helping!”

“Sorry. Thumb slipped.”

“I’m sure. Psss-pss-pss, Tibs, here’s a lovely Blink for you.”

“Mmmm, lovely, stinky Blink. Almost as lovely as angel ar–”

“Crowley!" Aziraphale hissed in an urgent whisper. "We are in plain view! Kindly relinquish my posterior!”

“Y’know she’s got cataracts, angel. ‘Sides, I do, you’ll fall on me. This bollocks of you doing things the human way. When did that start?”

“It is impossible to concentrate with you –”

“Mraaoooooooo.”

“Oh, dear, Mr. Fell – I can’t quite see – is he perfectly all right?”

“Perfectly, madam – almost got him –”

“Mraaaaa–”

“Oh, now the bl – blessed creature’s on my head –”

“Ngaaaaoooooo –-”

“Oooof!”

“Eeep!”

“Oh, Tibsy – there’s a good kitty – I’ve a saucer of cream for you.”

“You’re welcome, y’old cow.” Against Aziraphale’s waistcoat it came out as an indiscriminate salad of vowels.

“Mr. Crowley? Mr. Fell? Are you quite all right?”

“Right.” Crowley elbowed up to a sitting position. “Just took a fancy to lie here on the turf with him on top’ve me.”

“Well, you do often do that. Only not in the variegated hostas.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I’ve got insomnia, and my eyesight’s ever so much better at night when there’s no glare. I must say, if you’re going to lark about in the back garden starkers when the moon’s full, you might think of planting hedges.”

“Oh, er – well, Crowley, the garden is your department.”

“On it, angel.”

“Though I can’t deny it does brisk up the blood to see young folk like you enjoying themselves. I did kick over the traces a bit, back in the day. Come on, Tibs.”

“Young people,” said Crowley when the kitchen door had closed behind her.

“Let me give you a hand up –”

“Ucch, your fingers smell like Blink.”

“Very well, no more human way. Next time it'll be a proper miracle.” Aziraphale snapped, and extended his hand. “Better?”

“Get on inside, angel. Got a treat for you.”

View on AO3

Tagging in the replies as is my wont, let me know if you want on or off the list!

[oxribs]

MISTAKES WERE MADE!

Crowley loves Aziraphale because he is batshit insane. Ángel LOCO. Always full ham. No half measures. Will lick the plate and probably yours too. All the while with a pinky up.

Long live Aziraferal.

[oxribs]

A dream fanfic by NaturallyTeal ~ 12th Day

Summary:

The Secret Dream Diary of a Good Omens fan (anonymous, he) who contracted a severe case of the fandom-typical brain rot from watching S1 & S2 too often, reading too much fanfic on AO3, and spending altogether too much time engaging on tumblr, digesting gifs, fanart and meta.

He dreams about Good Omens every night.

Short dreams, daily.

~~~

12th Day: Juliet and Juliet, the Consenting Aviphiles

I dreamed that Romeo was a girl, and their love was forbidden because of that. She had the same given name as her beloved, because she had given the name to herself, but in everything else they were as different as the sun and the moon: Juliet had sea-glass-coloured eyes, was white-blonde, buxom, very intelligent, loving, and soft. Juliet on the other hand was slinky, lanky, snarly, fiery red, had yellow eyes, very nice.

But they knew to tell the nightingale from the lark, and therefore, lived happily ever after.

[previous day]

I’m planning to post one _short_ dream daily, for 20 days. If you like, subscribe on AO3!

There’s also a “mailing list” (tagging in the replies) here on tumblr, let me know if you want on it! 😇😎

[oxribs]

A new dream fanfic by NaturallyTeal:

Summary:

A Secret Dream Diary of a Good Omens fan (anonymous, he) who contracted a severe case of the fandom-typical brain rot from watching S1 & S2 too often, reading too much fanfic on AO3, and spending altogether too much time engaging on tumblr, digesting gifs, fanart and meta.

He dreams about Good Omens every night.

Short dreams, daily.

~~~

“You will wake having had a lovely dream about whatever you like best.” - Aziraphale, Good Omens (S1)

~~~

I’m planning to post one _short_ dream daily, for 20 days. If you like, subscribe! 😇😎

First Dream: The Globe

This morning, I dreamed I was at the Globe, in the empty auditorium, and Crowley and Aziraphale, in their 1601 attire, were on stage, doing their “You cannot actually be suggesting what I infer you are implying?” spiel. I shouted up at them: “Toss him already, you loon, he wants you to!” They looked at me, paused, and grinned knowingly.

First at me, then at each other.

[oxribs]

A dream fanfic by NaturallyTeal ~ Sixth Day

Summary:

The Secret Dream Diary of a Good Omens fan (anonymous, he) who contracted a severe case of the fandom-typical brain rot from watching S1 & S2 too often, reading too much fanfic on AO3, and spending altogether too much time engaging on tumblr, digesting gifs, fanart and meta.

He dreams about Good Omens every night.

Short dreams, daily.

~~~

Sixth Day: The Two Cherubim of the Ark of the Covenant

I dreamed of a celibate priest with red hair. He was waiting to hear the confession of a white-haired celibate priest. Both were on their knees in the dark, stuffy, wooden, crammed confines of an archaic confessional box, facing each other, separated by a grey veil. They prayed that the veil would rift. They were washed with golden light.

Holy of Holies!

[previous day] [next day]

I’m planning to post one _short_ dream daily, for 20 days. If you like, subscribe on AO3!

There’s also a “mailing list” (tagging in the replies) here on tumblr, let me know if you want on it! 😇😎

[oxribs]

A dream fanfic by NaturallyTeal ~ 8th Day

Summary:

The Secret Dream Diary of a Good Omens fan (anonymous, he) who contracted a severe case of the fandom-typical brain rot from watching S1 & S2 too often, reading too much fanfic on AO3, and spending altogether too much time engaging on tumblr, digesting gifs, fanart and meta.

He dreams about Good Omens every night.

Short dreams, daily.

~~~

8th Day: Cluedo

I dreamed I was on a scavenger hunt on the set of the Edinburgh cemetery in 1827, looking for the next *Clue*. I was lost and had no idea what the next *Clue* must look like, what it could be. Neil’s voice was suddenly in my head, sounding like Discworld’s Death: “ASK JIM!” He boomed. I looked up at the statue of Gabriel, and he wasn’t holding a cross. He was holding a board game, still in it’s box.

It looked like Cluedo, but it was called Innuendo.

[previous day]

I’m planning to post one _short_ dream daily, for 20 days. If you like, subscribe on AO3!

There’s also a “mailing list” (tagging in the replies) here on tumblr, let me know if you want on it! 😇😎

Credit: This dream was probably inspired by the following metas about Gabriel‘s statue with and without the cross:

https://www.tumblr.com/fuckyeahgoodomens/746643409358487552

https://www.tumblr.com/youryurigoddess/746598664424865792/gabriels-missing-cross

https://www.tumblr.com/kimberleyjean/735817555656261632/gabriels-ineffable-statue

[oxribs]

A dream fanfic by NaturallyTeal ~ 9th Day

Summary:

The Secret Dream Diary of a Good Omens fan (anonymous, he) who contracted a severe case of the fandom-typical brain rot from watching S1 & S2 too often, reading too much fanfic on AO3, and spending altogether too much time engaging on tumblr, digesting gifs, fanart and meta.

He dreams about Good Omens every night.

Short dreams, daily.

~~~

9th Day: The Enigma of The Rossignols

I dreamed Aziraphale drew a nightingale in 1941. He framed it and hung it on the vavavoom!yellow bookshop wall, right between Magritte’s “The Son Of Man” and a drawing of a skeleton key.

When Crowley saw it, he said: “Ceci n’est pas un rossignol”.

[previous day] [next day]

I’m planning to post one _short_ dream daily, for 20 days. If you like, subscribe on AO3!

There’s also a “mailing list” (tagging in the replies) here on tumblr, let me know if you want on it! 😇😎

[oxribs]

Today is Sir Terry Pratchett's birthday. So, why not celebrate with some of the easter eggs we have in Good Omens that are all about him.

Mind how you go.

[oxribs]

Neil Gaiman, co-author of Good Omens:

My first encounter with Terry Pratchett was The Colour of Magic, as read on BBC Radio 4's Woman's Hour. I was a young journalist and I reached out to his publisher for an interview, and thus became the first journalist to interview Terry Pratchett, in Bertorelli's Italian restaurant, in Gower Street. (We remembered it as a Chinese Restaurant in Goodge Street, demonstrating either the fallibility of memory or our fondness for Chinese food.) We became friends.

I was lucky enough to read Terry's books as he wrote them, to become one of his beta readers, and then to collaborate with him. Terry had a brilliant eye for the places where reality and narrative tradition intersect: he had a science fiction writer's mind, let loose on a fantasy world, and he loved to explain and show how things came to be. The last time we saw each other he told me I had to read a book about feeding Nelson's navy – and I still wonder, had he lived, about the Discworld novel he would have written, about ships, and naval battles and all, and the lessons he would have taught us. Because at his best, Terry was a teacher. The kind who makes you laugh while simultaneously realising that everything you have taken for granted so far is utterly wrong. I miss him.

[oxribs]

Happy Terry Pratchett Day!

Today we celebrate the life and works of Terry Pratchett who would have been 76 years old today

Having spent many times in his company over the years, we would like to hear your stories of "Time with Terry", be it at conventions, book signings or elsewhere !

Let us know your Time with Terry moment in the comments.

#terrypratchettday

[oxribs]

Happy Birthday Terry Pratchett!

Every year for Terry Pratchett’s birthday, I like to celebrate by reading one of his books and talking about him.

Terry Pratchett is one of my favorite authors. I first found out about his books in 2012 right after reading The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. I was looking for other books similar to it and Terry’s Discworld series was recommended along with Good Omens by both him and Neil Gaiman.

“No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away"- Reaper Man by Terry Pratchett

I read Good Omens in 2013 and fell in love with it instantly. At the time, I promised myself that I would read the Discworld series some day but put it off because of its size (it had 39 books at that point). I didn’t start the series until 2017 and finished the final novel, The Shepherd’s Crown in 2022. Over the years, it went from being one of my favorite series to my favorite series. I cannot recommend it enough. It's incredible.

Terry has been an inspiration of mine ever since I first picked up one of his Discworld books. I read the series mostly in publication order and I personally recommend doing so if you plan on reading the entire series. There are so many ways to get into it. The only book I read out of order was Hogfather because I wanted to read it at Christmastime that first year. It's one of my go-to rereads every year.

Even though I didn't find myself loving the first couple of books, they still had me wanting to read more from this brilliant man. Terry’s writing style is one of a kind and I will never be able to get enough of reading his work. I have read 60 of his books and I plan on reading every single piece of literature he has written. They are insightful, funny, and so damn clever.

Today, I am going to start The Science of the Discworld that Terry wrote with Ian Stewart and Jack Cohen. It is the first book in a four-part series that has Discworld stories mixed with science. I’m interested in seeing what happens and how the wizards accidentally create the Roundworld. The Unseen University books are a mixed bag for me. Sometimes, I really love them and then other times I don’t. Though, I am looking forward to seeing what trouble those old fools cause. I cannot wait to get to the second book because it deals with Shakespeare.

Some of my favorites of his books are: Hogfather, Witches Abroad, Night Watch, Thief of Time, The Wee Free Men, Going Postal, Wyrd Sisters, and Good Omens.

Thank you for the words, Terry. I wish I could have met you. Your ripples will continue on for a very long time. Happy Birthday.

“People think that stories are shaped by people. In fact, it's the other way around.” Witches Abroad by Terry Pratchett

@terrypratchettestate

[oxribs]

Today's Sir Terry Pratchett's Day ! What's your favourite Discworld book ? 📖

[oxribs]

Yes, meanwhile I feel that I am over the happenings of the Last Fifteen, because I know it was necessary for them and for us. Now they really know that they are in love with each other and we are also heading to S03 with this knowledge.

But I am still not immune against shedding tears on a rewatch or all those little moments that remind me of the husbands: Someone saying "I forgive you", the story of Job narrated on TV, somebody drizzeling their houseplants...

I'm sure I am still not alone and this list can be continued endlessly....

[oxribs]

A dream fanfic by NaturallyTeal ~ 11th Day

Summary:

The Secret Dream Diary of a Good Omens fan (anonymous, he) who contracted a severe case of the fandom-typical brain rot from watching S1 & S2 too often, reading too much fanfic on AO3, and spending altogether too much time engaging on tumblr, digesting gifs, fanart and meta.

He dreams about Good Omens every night.

Short dreams, daily.

~~~

11th Day: Manderley

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. Aziraphale sat beside me, driving our yellow Bentley. We saw Crowley at the open window of the upper floor of the burning house, silhouetted black against the red, roaring flames. Desperate, desolate. Would he jump? I woke up screaming.

I’m sure Aziraphale got there in time.

[previous day]

I’m planning to post one _short_ dream daily, for 20 days. If you like, subscribe on AO3!

There’s also a “mailing list” (tagging in the replies) here on tumblr, let me know if you want on it! 😇😎

[oxribs]

What’s your favourite line from good omens?

The invisible and unbreakable one that joins Crowley and Aziraphale.